something something uncomfortably prescient metaphor... ๐ถ
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Sometimes that comedown be hard AF, tho.
Does that make Splinter the short King In Yellow?
When engaging in a rational discussion of facts and the other throws logic out the window... You have only yourself to blame for continuing as if the rules hadn't changed. ๐ถ
We are not so different, and I'm not opposed to your request, but the onus lies with you, friend.
Nah, that's so you wouldn't drink the bat juice & live for insurance to pay out. That'd get logged and flagged for review up top, but some clocker flatlines & froths out before medi even pings? That's just another on the pile. Next.
I hear ya, choom. The whole rock's fucked and we're just the last few koyo to slide off it. Though, I used to know a scrappy olblood from way back. Not even ink on 'im, much less any shine. Last I heard, though: one of his homemade bunker betties glitched and fried him instead. It's almost worth a stroll up the hill, to see if he's still kickin', but I prefer my face attached as it is.
Fair point, but this tarp over the hole I defend as my own "home" isn't a far cry from what us poors were expected to bow & scrape for the privilege of before the Last Day changed everything everywhere for everyone. ๐คท๐ผโโ๏ธ It's just hope seeping into common parlance again, I guess.
I don't, but the guy two tents over did. I made sure to thank him like a good neighbor, before closing our bartering session with a large rock.
On a scale of "baking a cake" and "ruffneck boarding party", how's your post-apoc future going? ๐คฃ๐ค๐ผ
I mean, if anyone embodied the term better, I've not seen her. ๐ฅ๐ฑ๐ซ